𝗡𝗶𝗿𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗮|𝗸𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

015

May 12, 1985

It had been a few months since I last performed and for the most part I was very nervous. We had a gig yesterday. Biggest fucking place we've ever played at.

Our band has reached the small but growing population of people who like punk rock music. We made a tape for this radio station. They asked us to send in our top songs, but never told us why until we found out they were being played on the radio, Which might seem obvious to some because we sent it into a radio station but none of us would have ever thought they would actually play it.

Our crappy music, the music we make for fun, Because we're stupid idiotic teens who were told "These are the best years of your lives." The music that we half ass just because we like that it sounds bad, The music that makes me lose my voice after a good performance, The music we make was on a popular teenage rockers radio station.

I couldn't be anymore confused about how and why people enjoyed four teens jumping and screaming on stage, sweat dripping down their faces and splashing around, But I mean why do we enjoy anything.

Im kinda in a fucked up situation right now. Ive skipped school, failed tests and never done homework...so now I can't graduate.

I didn't even want to go to fucking college. Mom already thought I was a disappointment before I broke the news to her. She told me I had three options: One-I could find a way to graduate, Two- I go get a job, or Three-I leave.

She mentioned that I should ask my teachers for some sort of extension to bring my grades up before the semester is over, But the only teacher willing to give me extra points was Mr. Smith. My music teacher.

My assignment is to write a song, it has to be from the heart. Something that describes the way you feel deep down inside, Or really anything you can think of. It just has to sound like you're passionate about it.

The only problem with this is that he is the only teacher who is giving out extra credit points and said he'll only make the exception for two students. There are 37 other kids who want the extra points. we had to turn the songs in by tomorrow considering school was done in two weeks.

"Y/n." I turn around. "Hey Kurt. Whats up?" "Nothing uhh, Come with me really quick." "Okay?" The principal watched as the students left and then gave Kurt an odd look, but quickly changed it back to his normal grumpy one when he saw me walking next to him.

He dragged me out of the building waiting for all the kids who were walking home to pass. We turned down the quiet back street we always take and he starts to talk. "So Y/n..." "So Kurt." I'm very confused. "I dropped out." He said smoothly.

"WHAT?! Theres only two more weeks left. " I can't believe he did that...I feel bad for him. "I didn't have enough credits to graduate." I stayed silent because I didn't know what to say. I can't read him like I normally can. His eyes are dull and empty. No emotion stays on his face for too long, he just looks kinda dead.

"Hey I mean at least I get to see you graduate right?" He said trying to brighten up the mood. "Ehh we'll see about that..." "What?" "I also don't have enough points, My mom gave me some options which were to graduate, get a job, Or leave. She's very persistent on me getting extra points. I know i'm not going to have enough but theres really nothing else I can do." I sigh.

"It's fine Y/n. Fuck school anyways. You're smart for even trying...Im so fucking stupid to just drop out but If you don't think you have enough points theres no way I would."

"You're not stupid Kurt." "I am. Im a fucking idiot. I have options too. Get a job or leave. There are no jobs to get considering I have no work experience so all I can do is leave." he sighs. I pull him into a side hug.

"Its fine Kurt but Im probably going to have to move out too." we both look at the ground and I stifle a laugh. "What?" he asks confusingly. I burst out laughing and he looks at me like i'm insane.

"AHH I-I CANT WE ARE FUCKING IDIOTS OH MY GOD!! WE- I CANT BREATH!" I fall down to my knees laughing and Kurt joins in too. It's a random thing to laugh about But theres always something I can find humor in. I slowly stop laughing and catch my breath.

"You're something Y/n, truly something." We walk a few more houses down and i'm at my door. "well this is your stop Ms.L/n" "Yes it is, Bye Mr.Cobain!" I say trying too hard not to burst out laughing. I open my door and walk inside. YES, MOM ISN'T HOME!!! I run upstairs into my room and sit down before starting up these song ideas.

I crumble up paper and throw it out. Why is every line rhyming. I feel like fucking Dr.Seuss. I take a deep breath and just write, Im trying to pretend like i'm not writing at all and I wrote a song.

'Liquid Smooth'. Maybe tomorrow wouldn't be so bad...But I know that even if I get those points, it won't be enough. By tomorrow I wont have a job which also means Im getting kicked out...